Dim rays of light fell into the dark room as the heavy, steel door was pulled from its fortified frame, faintly outlining the many body parts that laid strewn about the cluttered floor. A shadowy figure stooped into the chamber, feeling the ground and the pieces on it. Occasionally, the man would pick up a segment, holding it in a more visible light, to identify it further, tossing it away if he already had it. All the while, he uttered curses under his breath, damning his Master. Why did he have to do this? Acquiring a full set, he dragged himself from the storage room, slowly pacing down the long, sterile hallway that led to the facility. His teammates were already fast to work, connecting wires and hose to the many devices that lined the walls. All of the machinery were bare, their circuits in plain view. Occasionally a spark or so would leap from them, but this was of no concern. Loosening a valve, a large hatch was opened as the delivery entered the facility. The many pieces were arranged inside, loosely positioned as a real body would look. None of the blunt ends fit together, but it did not matter. A third worker approached the capsule, dumping the contents of a crate onto the mock man. As the glowing shards struck the assembled parts, they were absorbed into it.
"I can't believe the Master still has us doing this," griped the deliverer, stretching out his sored back from the heavy lifting. "Why can't he just do what everyone else does?"
"Quit your whining," scolded a technician from the elaborate control panels. "The Master doesn't like blister packs. Besides, this one is special," she reminded.
"Oh, aren't they all?" he feignly agreed, rolling his eyes as he reached for a sealed canister. Using his powerful muscles, he forced off the cap, spewing out a dense mist. Taking a pair of tongs, he reached in to remove the object: a large, gleaming jewel that seemed to pulse with life. Gently placing the dazzling gem upon the torso, he smashed it into the chest with a great hammer. The force of the blows caused the head to roll off, but it was caught before it could shatter on the ground in gelatenous hands. The translucent arms carried it back to the "neck" but, before placing upon the shoulders, placed a piece of parchement in the mouth, whispering an arcane murmur as it did. Signaling the woman stationed at the computer, the hatch was lowered, sealed, and the process set in motion.
The large pipes leading to the vessel flowed with blood as electricity surged throughout the instrument. Steam poured from out the device, filling the room, to equilibriate the immense pressure building within. The utmost precision needed, the woman monitored the readings closely through the fog, fanning it away with her pristine, white wings while making all necessary adjustments, ensuring the project would be successful. The clear ring of a bell signaled the end of the procedure, slightly anticlimactic, and the portal was opened once more. A body tumbled from the apperature, whole and transformed, gasping for air. The large man who had delivered the new one's body stepped forward.
"Okay, I'm only gonna tell you three things," he harshly stated. "One: You will do what you are told. No one disobeys the Master's will. Two: You will conquer the Earth. And, lastly," he said, handing the new recruit a weapon, "welcome to Arena Terrae."
